Friday, January 30, 2009

New post.

I am at work today showing my co-workers how to use blogspot.

This is my blog. There are many like it, but this one is mine.

Every morning, I avoid doing what I'm supposed to do.

Which is meditate.

About a year and a half ago, Pan told me in a meditation to calm the fuck down.

This is a bad sign, when the God of debauchery tells you you're out of control.

He was right. I was.

I was given three simple instructions.

1.) Pray every night.

2.) Meditate every morning.

3.) Quit caffeine.

It took me awhile, but I kicked the caffeine. I've always prayed every night. I liked the idea of meditating every morning. But getting up in the morning is sooooo hard! Particularly this morning, when the radiators were on hiatus but the electric blanket was doing just fine.

Someone told me he thought meditating in bed counted. I said, "Not for me. They know me too well."

I just go back to sleep.

I did make it to the altar this morning and did take at least a full minute to clear my thoughts and embrace the coming day. I'll try tomorrow for two minutes.

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Aliens

I just finished writing a messy draft of a short story about aliens. There are people who fear aliens the way some people fear the Devil. They blame all of society's ills on aliens they've never seen. I'll bet most people who fear the Devil haven't seen him/her, either. Well, both of those kinds of people annoy the shit out of me.

Sunday, January 18, 2009

Still coming up dry.

Not really much to say on the Woo-Woo front. My house has been quiet. I think I sent all the spirits off to do work. There was one that came out of my bedroom last week--friend of mine saw it, too.

One would think fasting would make you more spiritually intune. It does, in theory. But food connects us to the earth and taking it away makes things more difficult to connect to. We're mistaken when we think the spirit world is detached from our physical world. It's not. It's IN the physical world.

But a good cleansing of the body is good for new perspective. But bad for the thinking brain power.

Although I did go to the Natural History Museum on Friday night and bonded with the rocks. I love rocks.

Saturday, January 17, 2009

Guess what???

I'm enrolled in Seminary!!!!

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Friday, January 16, 2009

In Response to the Previous Post

Hail and Well Met Courtney,

The snip of Babylon 5 dialogue is where G’Kar, a Narn is offering spiritual guidance to a group of other Narns.

It is about how to find god, or our search therefore anyway. So, here ya go:

G'Kar is lecturing his followers on the evils of being too serious, as if that will prove that they are better than everyone else, more enlightened. They can't be free until they learn to laugh at themselves, and from laughter comes wisdom. G'Kar asks for the next question. A follower throws a couple of big ones at him:

Narn: "What is truth? And what is God?"

G'Kar: "You don't really want an answer to that question."

Narn: "Yes, I do. Please."

G'Kar: "If I take a lamp and shine it toward a wall, a bright spot will appear on the wall. The lamp is our search for truth, for understanding. Too often, we assume that the light on the wall is God. But the light is not the goal of the search. It is the result of the search. The more intense the search, the brighter the light on the wall. The brighter the light on the wall, the greater the sense of revelation upon seeing it."

The followers are not following this at all. G'Kar has them all confounded. Dr. Franklin stands in the background smiling at their confusion.

G'Kar: "Similarly, someone who does not search, who does not bring a lantern with him...sees nothing. (He sighs in frustration) What we perceive as God is the byproduct of our search for God. It may simply be an appreciation of the light, pure and unblemished, not understanding that it comes from us. Sometimes we stand in front of the light and assume that we are the center of the universe. God looks astonishingly like we do. Or we turn to look at our shadow and assume that all is darkness. If we allow ourselves to get in the way, we defeat the purpose, which is to use the light of our search to illuminate the wall in all its beauty...and all its flaws...and in so doing better understand the world around us."

Narn: "Ah...yes...but... What is truth? And what is God?"

G'Kar laughs. At this rate, they're never going to get it. This time G'Kar answers more simply.

G'Kar: "Truth is a river, and God is the mouth of the river."

So, not sure if it is an answer to your question, but I think it is cool nonetheless. It has made the Pagan e-list circuit here in Lynchburg VA several times.

Peace and Light

(Thank you, Jeff! I don't know that these questions ever get answered, but it's fun to hear from people in Virginia.)

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Late night thoughts.

What's the point of existing if we're not looking for truth and understanding?

Just wondering.

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Support.

This just in from my Group's Co-Leader...

Hey Courtney, if you can't afford Divinity School, I got the next best thing!

http://www.maybelogic.org/stangcrs2.htm

Heh heh, I am sure it would be a great experience!

Saturday, January 10, 2009

Hmmmm.....

How do I put this?

I am applying to a predominantly Christian Seminary school because I believe it will overall help the Wiccan movement.

This will fly just fine. I am a Witch after all. (Right???? Does that cross the line of Never Boast, Never Threaten?)

Thursday, January 8, 2009

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

Applying to Seminary

It's absorbing most of my mental "Write About Spiritual Stuff" abilities. I'll be more prolific in the coming days.

Friday, January 2, 2009

New Year's Resolutions.

To stop using packaging I cannot recycle.

This may not always be a possibility. But it's something that has to happen.

I dreamed I was having lunch with the Goddess in Her Crone form. (The elderly lady who often comes at wintertime.) I was eating a bag of chips along with my sandwich.

"The chips last a lunchhour," She said. "The bag never goes away. How much space on this planet do you really want to use up? You only get so much."

So, no more decaf coffee cups, little packages of almonds, spicy Udon noodle soup from the Midnight to Midnight market. Until the world learns to manufacture biodegradable everything. It's so possible. We just never make the time.

In the City, sometimes it's hard not to confine the faith to the bedroom altar. We have to get out in nature and remember Her beauty, because that's truly where the Goddess resides--not just in the cute little statue you bought on Ebay.

Thursday, January 1, 2009

New Years Day

I read Tarot for a mess of people last night. It was hard. The first party had a blaring speaker in my ear and a bunch of drunks running up to me at any one time. One guy even grabbed my cards and read for his friend, himself. That was fine with me. If that's the best way for the dude to get the message, makes my job a hell of a lot easier!

Actually, that was my favorite reading of the night.

Me: Okay, let's take a look here...(reading the cards)

Guy: I'm going to die?

Me: Someday, yes. Doesn't look like it'll be today--unless you keep staring down my shirt. My boyfriend is over there.

Guy: I wasn't staring down your shirt.

Me: Yes, and you're dangerously close to sticking your tongue down my throat. I don't need cards to see that you've got serious problems with women.

Guy: Damn. You're spicy.

Me: Do you want a reading or not?

(Guy's friend grabs cards, shuffles and deals)

Guy's friend: If you don't mind...dude. You're fucked. These cards say your fucked.

Guy: Shut up, man. You don't know shit. Let the lady do her job.

Me: No, actually, he's right. The cards do say you're fucked.

Guy: Do they say I suck with women? That I'm an asshole and bastard? That I'll never meet anyone?

Me: You're staring at my tits again and my boyfriend is just over there. Quit it, sit back in your chair or I'll break your nose.

Guy's friend: You have to listen to the reader, man.

Guy: I'm fucked, aren't I?

Me: Move away from my face, please.

They tipped me forty bucks.